You Can't Do Me

You Can't Do Me
Haywood
You can't do me
Like you done me
Like you did me before
Do not poke me
Or provoke me
I ain't gonna take it anymore
I won't stand still
My hands in my pockets
What was a whisper
Is now a roar
You can't do me
Like you done me
Like you did me before

All
We won't stand still
Our hands in our pockets
What was a whisper
Is now a roar

Haywood
They can't do us
Like they done us
Like they did us before

Guard #2 (mr. Bones)
Move on! You got another twenty years. You're gonna lie in jail, and die in jail! The only thing left is how people will
Remember you. If they remember you.